Talk To Me (Acapella) French Montana
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[Verse 1]
I'm a savage, I got wild habits
Coke been thuggin', stash a brick inside the fire cabinet (Bah-bah-bah)
.40 blows sounds like cars crashin'
Word to Kim, they left his brains on the car dash (Woo)
Xannies to sleep, Perc', Addys to turn up
He gotta go, he witnessed the murder
My hands ain't free, I can't hold no grudges
If he a gangster and he told, it ain't no discussion
Came in the Phantom, left as a ghost
My bitch be gettin' high, gotta check her pulse
She said, "Bust me down, French," she bust me down
I went deaf on her, Foxy Brown
I wonder what goes on in the mind of a lifer
Million dollars for a show, startеd from a cypher
[Chorus]
Come and talk to me
'Causе I got it for the low too
Can I talk to you?
I really wanna show you
[Verse 2]
Digits took it too far, I go too hard
Coke been thuggin', I got killers on the Zoom call
Hustle too smart, and they don't do charts
Forty bricks distribution like it's TuneCore
We grindin' if you with it, everybody knew it was impossible
Until the fool came along and did it
Bottom of the rock to the top, grind, never fold
If waterdrops fall on a rock for years, it leave a hole
Comin' soon from the Mollys to the Percs
Now they takin' shrooms, helium balloons, still runnin' on fumes
You wonder what goes on in the mind of a killer
Coke Boys, Montana, it ain't nothing realer
I'm a savage, I got wild habits
Coke been thuggin', stash a brick inside the fire cabinet (Bah-bah-bah)
.40 blows sounds like cars crashin'
Word to Kim, they left his brains on the car dash (Woo)
Xannies to sleep, Perc', Addys to turn up
He gotta go, he witnessed the murder
My hands ain't free, I can't hold no grudges
If he a gangster and he told, it ain't no discussion
Came in the Phantom, left as a ghost
My bitch be gettin' high, gotta check her pulse
She said, "Bust me down, French," she bust me down
I went deaf on her, Foxy Brown
I wonder what goes on in the mind of a lifer
Million dollars for a show, startеd from a cypher
[Chorus]
Come and talk to me
'Causе I got it for the low too
Can I talk to you?
I really wanna show you
[Verse 2]
Digits took it too far, I go too hard
Coke been thuggin', I got killers on the Zoom call
Hustle too smart, and they don't do charts
Forty bricks distribution like it's TuneCore
We grindin' if you with it, everybody knew it was impossible
Until the fool came along and did it
Bottom of the rock to the top, grind, never fold
If waterdrops fall on a rock for years, it leave a hole
Comin' soon from the Mollys to the Percs
Now they takin' shrooms, helium balloons, still runnin' on fumes
You wonder what goes on in the mind of a killer
Coke Boys, Montana, it ain't nothing realer
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